Unbeknownst to me; my unknown enemy
Amidst my dreams and happy memory
Pledged to a sinister goal of treachery;
I always nothing but his melody.
And thusly I pipe and flute for all
whom my enemy does rightly call
And shall you know his embrace
always haunting; unmoved by grace.
Tis not an entity privy to how and why
But the remants of a soul left to die.
Now his thoughts and mine are one
his pain mine until time is done;
Empty vessals of little conviction
soon shall you suffer my affliction.
To be captained and never set free
controlled by an unknown enemy.